“Do you want to know how this works?” he whispered.

“Yes!” I gasped in response to his tug on my hair. “I want to know.”

“Yes, what?” he asked, causing my mind to swirl with the realization of what he was into.

“Yes, sir. I can be a good girl.” 

****

For Becca, going to Miami brought up old childhood memories with her best friend, Tally. She needed the break after a rough year attending Yale and a break-up with her boyfriend, Chad. She didn’t expect for her summer of fun to include sleeping with James, the Italian Stallion–Tally’s father.

Knowing it’s wrong, she allows James to pull her into a vortex of pleasure that has her breaching the surface of reality and grasping for survival. Can Becca endure this pleasure without Tally finding out?

Or will her secrets cause her world to crash around her?

Submitting to My Best Friend’s Dad is created by Scarlett Rossi, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad

I woke up with less of a hangover than I had thought I would have, a small blessing. I was glad not to have a pounding headache, but I was starving. Instead of taking the time to get properly dressed, I pulled on some sweats that I had left lying on the floor beside my bed and wandered downstairs. I was too hungry to care who saw me looking like shit. 


When I got to the kitchen, I found Dahlia and Tallon already awake and in the middle of breakfast. Had I really slept that late? I guessed that explained why I wasn’t feeling too hungover; I must have slept right through it. 


“Would you like some, signora?” Maria asked me. 


“Yes, please, thank you,” I said while selfconsciously brushing my hair behind my ears. Something about being served while looking like I had just rolled out of bed made me feel like I didn’t belong. I regretted letting my stomach do the thinking instead of just taking the time to get dressed.


Chapter 317 : An Afternoon in Italy